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   Fall from Grace - Chapter 1

   By the taleteam (mailto:supertaleteam@yahoo.com) Talespinner, big Red
Dope, Patrick and SteveZ

   Warnings:

   1 Powergirl, Wonder Woman, Black Canary, Superman, Oracle, Martian
manhunter, Batman and Dr Fate are characters owned by DC comics and this
non-comercial fan fiction is both a homenage and a parody using those great
heroes and heroines, who are more than worth of being readed in their own
true titles.  We are a group of fans and in no way we intend to disrespect
or break DC's copyright, any request from the company will be respected. 
Long live DC and its heroes!

   2 - This story contains depictions of adult sexual situations, including
mind control, and lots of sex.  If it is illegal for you to view this
subject in your area do not view this file.  If you find these situations
unpleasant or offensive then obviosly you won't enjoy reading this story,
so don't read it.  The authors takes no responsibility for any illegalities
arising from the viewing of this file.

   3 - The authors retains all rights to this story and it is transmitted
here by an authorised person, for free viewing only.  Retransmission is
allowed only if it is in it's original form including this message and
archiving only by prior permission.  Please contact supertaleteam@yahoo.com
to obtain permission from the authors.  This is basically so that we know
where our work will be located.  Most reasonable inquiries will be happily
agreed to.  Do not send flames as they will be ignored.

   4 - A last warning, the story is very slow and will take its time
building the situations and characters, but as things `heat up' the scenes
will become increasingly sexual in nature.

   Powergirl/Wonder Woman scenes were written by Big Red Dope and
Talespinner while Oracle/Black Canary parts of the tale were written by
Patrick, all the text was edited and spellchecked by SteveZ and we had the
collaboration of Denorian with DC facts and ideas for the tale.  We all use
the talesteam e-mail, but if you want to speak to anyone in particular,
please specify in the reader and he'll answer you as soon as possible.

   Good reading.

   Chapter 1

   A line of red and blue light sped through the bright skies of Zanwamba,
a small African nation.  In the distance, a huge column of fire and dark
clouds rose from a raging volcano.

   Superman was barely able to appreciate the beauty of the scene as his
mind tried to find a way of saving the population of the small city so near
this natural danger.  Hundreds of workers of the LexCorp excavation team
were being evacuated by the authorities.

   The Man of Steel used his telescopic vision to scan the area for any
tools or equipment that could be put to use.  While searching the area he
noticed the nation's new president leading the operation in person.  The
man was a mulatto giant, a former guerilla leader and a very brave man from
what Superman saw.  A huge excavation machine caught his eyes, and the
great hero smiled with satisfaction.

   With lightning speed he took the massively huge and resilient shovel
from it and flew to the base of the volcano.  The rivers of lava were
already flowing and he had no time to waste.  The super excavation took
effort and time.  The powerful improvised tool, even being made to extract
Promethium base minerals, was quickly being worn off, slabs of hard metal
falling from it as Superman created a path for the lava.

   Each moment was a challenge; the mighty superhero was almost halfway to
the volcano top when he noticed a great blast of lava coming in his
direction, the volcano's final and most powerful explosion.  He couldn't
dodge, he had to finish his work!  Closing his eyes by instinct, the last
son of Krypton was hit squarely in the face, but the blast ended up
covering all of his body.  The force of the blast sent him spinning in the
direction of the town, and, after his impact with the ground, he slowly
rose to look in the volcano's direction.

   It worked.  The lava was running mainly along the path he created and
away from the town.  In short seconds a hundred or so enthusiastic
engineers, workers, technicians and even military people surrounded him in
gratitude.

   After a short time shaking hands and smiling to the saved population, he
flew away, back to his duties.  A little ache in his back told him the
volcano blast had been much stronger than he first thought.  Also, the
speed of the population to reach him amazed the superhero.  Somehow, he
thought he had landed farther away from the population, but it looked like
he landed quite nearer then he intended, which means they had been saved at
the last minute!

   Already forgetting about the incident, Superman sped toward Metropolis.

   ****

   President Maxwell Jubawan looked with worry at his mother.  The middle
aged black woman was slim and in great shape, but she was breathing hard
and a trickle of blood fell from her nostrils.

   She had used way too much of her energy in the spell she had just cast.

   "Have you got it, my son?  Were you able to take his blood?" Naala
Jubawan asked apprehensively.  The sorceress had overstretched her powers,
and would require at least a week of complete rest before being able to use
any more mystical energy.  Creating controlled volcano activity and casting
a paralyzing spell, even one so short, on Superman was more than most
sorcerers could manage.  It was a difficult feat, even for an apprentice of
Circe!

   "Yes, mother, your effort was not in vain..." he answered, holding her
with care.  "I got the blood of the mightiest man in the world," he added,
showing her a syringe full of blood, a half destroyed green needle on its
point.

   "Excellent!  Now we can begin!" said an old and cruel voice with a
strong and strange accent.

   "Yes, but I hope it is worth the price, Dr.  Karkov," Max answered.  The
dictator of Zanwamba turned to the thin Russian scientist and handed the
precious vial to him.  "Deliver me what you promised and you'll be richer
than you ever dreamed."

   Karkov giggled in glee and looked at the president.  Karkov was a tall
man, but was dwarfed by Max Jubawan's huge seven foot tall and muscular
frame.  Due to the incident he was still dressed in military garb, which he
actually preferred to the tuxedos he had to wear in formal occasions as
'president'.  He had always been a fighter, a guerrilla leader who managed
to overthrow the tyrannical government, only to replace it with his own,
and was more comfortable when in his battle gear.

   "Believe me, Mr.  President," Karkov said, smiling, "I'm the one who can
do it, and I'll do it!  And I'll do it gladly!" Giggling like a child, the
old man looked amazed at the vial.  "This is the greatest moment of my
life! All my years of work and study...I finally have the raw material that
always escaped me.  Everything is ready, this is just the last piece of the
puzzle." Turning away from the president he yelled in pure happiness,
"Let's go, Brutus!  Come on, my son, we have a lot to do now!"

   Max watched the huge, deformed metahuman Brutus, Karkov's first success
and the only human being he cared for, follow his adopted father.  Even the
gigantic president was dwarfed by his hulking body.  He knew better than
trust the scientist, but he needed the serums; his plans depended on it!

   He looked at the destroyed needle.  Millions of dollars had been used to
acquire this smallish Kryptonite piece from Karkov's former Soviet
contacts, but it was worth every cent!

   *****

   Superman took a massive blow from a claw on his chest.  It ripped his
normally impervious costume and even left red marks on his nearly
indestructible body.  Battling Chaos demons from other dimensions filled
with weird magic was something the Man of Steel disliked, but when Doctor
Fate summoned the three most powerful beings nearby to help him, you
couldn't say 'no'.

   With a well placed blow, using superspeed and full body strength, he hit
back at the twisted shape of the creature, guessing it was its head on the
other side of his fist.  Even mighty as it was, the Chaos being just said a
surprised, "Ouch!" before passing out.  With the main menace down, he
looked at his battle companions.

   Wonder Woman was doing just as well; her Amazonian body moved with great
precision while dodging and striking a lithe, eight armed serpent-like
Chaos demon.  The being was large and fast, but Diana was a well trained
and nearly perfect fighter, and was beating it blow by blow.

   Superman, still winded, stopped for a moment to watch her as she bent
over to escape a tail sweep.  Her movement made her shorts ride inside the
crack of her full, round butt cheeks.  What a perfect pair of legs and
wonderful butt!

   He tried not to think about it now, but as she changed her guard and
moved to the side to strike a series of hard blows to the creature's torso,
he couldn't help but watch her big breasts wobbling inside the golden,
cleavage exposing bustier as she pounded the beast.

   'Wow!' he thought as the spectacle of swaying boobs unfolded in front of
him.  'Wonder Woman is a very well chosen name!' he thought lewdly,
watching the brunette Amazon.  Beads of sweat were falling on his
forehead...it was weird!  He rarely sweated!  He rationalized that it must
be some effect of the Chaos magic.

   Diana was doing just fine, and embarrassed, he turned to his other
battle companion.  Power Girl was in front of the portal, taking Chaos
demon after Chaos demon as they stepped out of the gate.  To her left,
Doctor Fate was trying to close the dimensional rift, while the small time
magician, who opened it without having any idea of what he was doing, was
trembling and babbling in fear on his back, holding the mighty sorcerer's
leg.

   The Kryptonian again was enthralled by female beauty.  He looked at
Power Girl with an open mouth.  Several minor demons were grabbing the
superheroine and trying to bring her down, but she punched and kicked with
incredible energy, beating them all to unconsciousness just to be assaulted
by new ones who were jumping from the other side of the gate.

   Her body moved with strength and grace, but her massive hooters were a
lewd spectacle!  Superman felt drops of sweat falling on his face again;
the place seemed cold, which was very strange, he rarely if ever felt cold!
'It must be the dark magic,' he rationalized again.  Still, his eyes were
glued to Power Girl's chest.  His mouth dropped even lower as a slim and
lightning fast Chaos creature managed to hit Kara.

   It had made a go for her head but, as she stepped back, it slashed at
her chest.  Now the powerful blonde was fighting with her already very
revealing costume torn in the chest area.  It was ripped to pieces and her
bouncing jugs were in open sight.  The very large glands had huge aureolas,
nearly the same color as her skin, and nipples that were big and hard.  It
looked like beating enemies turned her on...

   Superman finally managed to get out of his voyeur daydreams as another
major Chaos demon tried to enter the Earth dimension.  Doctor Fate's spells
were working and the gate was closing; the third greater demon gave an
angry shriek in response and tried a last dash for the Earth world.

   Power Girl jumped in front of Dr.  Fate to protect him in the last
moments he needed.  Dozens of tentacles grabbed her body.  Dark energy
swept to her, and Superman noticed she was half paralyzed.  It must have
been quite a magic blast!  Even he felt it from afar!

   In a superfast movement, Superman grabbed Kara while mighty tentacles
slid through her legs, waist, breasts, face and arms, draining her life
energy with black energy.  Superman felt suddenly weak and cold...very
cold. The little pain he had been feeling on his back swelled and he nearly
released Kara, but with a last effort he used all the energy left in his
body to pull her free.

   The Man of Steel and Power Girl fell to the ground, panting.  Above and
straddling Superman was the busty blonde; she tried to get on all fours to
stand up, but was so weak her body began to tremble, making the hanging
nude tits sway on his face.  Her big, hard nipples were brushing against
his lips and the Kryptonian couldn't help but start to swell into a huge
hard on!  Then her arms lost all strength and she fell on him again,
burying his face with her impressive mounds.

   All the Chaos beings screamed at once, and he heard Fate stopping his
incantations.  It worked.  Kal-El relaxed.

   The last things Superman felt before passing out were the soft and warm
globes of flesh on his face...he passed out with a silly smile on his face.


   *****

   Max Jubawan looked at the few vials in front of him.  Three.  And so
small.

   Yet they were the result of a combined effort of science and magic.  The
drug he wanted was there.  Powerdrug he called it, so simple...almost
poetic.

   Karkov's scientific research were leading nowhere just a week ago. 
Superman's blood was just too powerful, no subject survived the injection
of this drug for more than several minutes.  But several minutes of
greatness and might!

   Only with his mother's hexes was the sample weakened enough to be used
in human beings, but even so it nearly destroyed the bodies of the
subjects. A small price to pay for so much power during the short half hour
the drug worked after the combined effort.

   Max's own metahuman body was able to withstand the effects without much
problem, but no normal human could survive it without much pain and
suffering.  Only his more resilient special forces elite were being trained
in the supersoldier program, and he knew some of them would die in the
process, yet all were volunteers, each one wanted to be a superwarrior.

   It was the beginning of the fulfillment of his fate.  Ever since he had
been conducted by his mother to an audience with mighty Circe, he knew he
was destined for greatness.

   Circe knew it.  She saw it!  That's why she gave him the Luhlluva spear,
the magical artifact of his ancestors, lost for centuries!

   With its power and legend he was able to unite the tribes and lead them
to his victory.  But Circe forced him to the great vow.  He would have to
give up one thing, the most valuable thing he had, when she asked him.  The
sorceress never told him what it would be...but she knew he would fulfill
his oath.

   Maxwell Jubawan was a warrior, born of a warrior line and descendent of
kings.  He was a leader by nature and proud of the stainless honor of his
bloodline.  Circe knew that she would ask him to take his own life if she
maintained her part of the bargain.

   He would never betray his word given in a great vow...yet it bothered
him not to know what he would have to give up in a future time.

   "So this is the Powerdrug, PD, interesting...expensive!" said his
father, interrupting his daydreams.  "What are those other two drugs?"
asked the middle aged but extremely fit white man.

   "This one, father," Max said, holding the second vial, "is BRR - Body
Resistance Reductor - it affects even powerful metahumans, and causes their
extrahuman resistance to drop to human levels.  Since it uses Superman's
modified white corpuscles, it can affect even the most powerful of the
heroes." He looked at the older man and saw the veteran adventurer looking
interested.

   "And the other is the improved version of SAD - Super Aphrodisiac Drug -
which Karkov had developed with my natural metahuman pheromones...now with
a power boost." He then handed him the third vial, smiling wickedly.  The
older man grinned back maliciously to his son.

   Donavan Carter was both his father and trainer in combat arts.  An old
time mercenary and spy in his youth, he managed by his wits, and more than
a few illicit businesses, to amass a fortune and with that managed to
become one of the most influential white men in the country in licit
business.

   In fact, after his son's guerrillas managed to overthrow the racist
government of the white minority, he became the most influential man in the
nation.  Perhaps even more than his son, as LexCorp's contracts always
ended up with Donavon's firms.

   He was also a hero of the 'revolution' and the way things ended up made
him look like a wise counselor to the young president.  The truth was, none
of them cared about racial issues, all they wanted was power and money!

   And it was a great stroke of luck finding a huge vein of rare minerals
used in the making of Promethium shortly after the revolution's success. 
It allowed them to become filthy rich while managing to actually improve
the population's life standards.

   "Well, my son, I'm not here really to just chat," the experienced man
said.

   "I already guessed so, you rarely relax, my father!  What's the matter
now?" Max asked, smiling.

   "Things have calmed down, and now there are plenty of reporters arriving
to gauge the country's situation.  I already arranged for a collective
interview with you, but I think we'll need the twins help to get them in a
'receptive mood'.  Are they available now?"

   "Yes, they're resting from the last mission, but I think this is easy
enough for them."

   "Call me when you contact them, I'll be waiting!  Now I have to make
everything ready for our visitors' arrival," said the busy father as he
left the room.

   Max pressed the button to the Andronov twins direct line.  Another one
of the benefits he had gotten from Karkov, the duo of young redheads was a
valuable asset.  Metahuman spies of the old Soviet Union, they had turned
to industrial espionage after its fall.

   But now the expert mind twisters were under his pay and had helped him
solve many conflicts without the use of strength.

   They were able to change the mind of anyone with enough time.  Their
metahuman ability was to make everything they said sound more reasonable,
and insert deep suggestion in their targets.  Unhappily, their powers were
slow to work and depended heavily on their ability to convince the victims.
But to this date they never failed a mission!

   More than a few of his former political adversaries and tribal enemies
were now his steadfast allies.

   *****

   Justice League Watchtower, the Moon

   As Superman lay in the examination bed, Batman stood nearby, examining a
small vial containing a greenish fluid.  He passed a scanner over it, but
he already knew what it was.  "Trace amounts of Kryptonite, not enough to
kill, but enough to disrupt his powers and slow him down."

   Diana was at his side, worried both about Superman and their battle
companion, Power Girl.  Kara had taken a direct hit from a major Chaos
demon mystic blast and was still unconscious, but her condition was getting
better by the minute, unlike Kal's which was at times stable but
deteriorated from time to time.

   "Kryptonite poisoning!" Diana reacted, following the world's greatest
detective to the labs and communication room.  "But how?  Kryptonite is so
rare, and how could he be poisoned without his knowledge?"

   "That's a good question, very few people have access to it.  But the
greatest question is, where was he the victim of this attack?  It could
lead us to 'who' did it and then to 'why'," Batman said almost to himself
as he sat in front of the computer.

   "Why such a small amount?  If you wanted to kill Superman, you would
think he would notice the attempt," Diana asked, a bit confused.

   "Yes.  Before he passed out again, he said that the symptoms first
appeared a few days ago.  Let's see all the places he's been in the last
few days...this amount of the substance would take around a week to have
such an effect..." Batman started to download the photo log of all
Superman's missions in the three days which were the more probable dates of
his poisoning.  "Of course, there is still the matter of him not noticing
it at first.  Someone used a very small quantity of it and managed to get
it into his system without his knowledge."

   Diana listened while carefully watching the pictures; they were taken
from magazines, newspapers and web sites.  Superman had gone on some
worldwide missions on those days, which only added to the complexity of
finding out where it had happened!

   "Anyone that can do this to Kal is no one to trifle with...here, this is
the most probable date by the med center's info...he was in Africa,
official mission for UNO." Many pics appeared, and Diana noticed his sharp
mind, used to investigation, scanning through all of them in seconds
looking for clues.  "Too many people near him.  No one could do it without
been seen." Batman changed the pics to his next mission, it showed a large
excavation site in a beautiful savanna countryside, with a raging volcano
exploding smoke and lava in the skies.  "Then he had to save these people
in Zanwamba..."

   "Wait!" Diana yelled, and he stopped the image flow.

   "See anything strange?" he asked, curious.

   "Yes!  That woman...can you get a clearer image of her?" Wonder Woman
asked, placing her fingertip on the image in question.

   "Yes, here it is." He zoomed the image while finding the same woman in
two other photos with lightning speed.  "Here are others where she appears.
This one looks suspicious...she's gesturing in very strange ways."

   "I know her...I saw her when I confronted Circe a couple of years ago.
She was one of her apprentices...I don't know her name," Diana said, trying
hard to find any new clue.

   "Very good, Diana." Batman turned to her with a satisfied face.  She
guessed he would be smiling if he was capable of doing it...instead, he
looked determined and ready to go through this search.  "Try to get some
rest, take a shower...relax, and then get Kara on her feet, I'll meet you
in an hour in the briefing room."

   She saw him starting to search through tons of information at the same
time, unbelievably managing to deal with lots of different information at
the same time.  The Amazon princess wanted to help, but she had not rested
since the battle and was quite sore.  Muscle and magic were not easy to
withstand, even for the world's greatest heroine!  She left the room for a
very well deserved bath.

   *****

   Watchtower Briefing Room

   Diana and Kara were awaiting Batman's final analysis.  With J'onn J'onzz
on monitor duty and the rest of the JLA and the JSA scattered on various
non-world shattering missions, they were the only members around.  Even
worse, there was already an emergency call for Batman in Gotham, some
psycho was on a killing spree again!

   The buxom ladies had nothing to do but try to make chitchat while
waiting for the final verdict.  Kara was still very sore and cold from the
magic blast, and her humor was not at its best.  In fact, her legendary bad
temper was at its full as she waited for Batman's analysis.

   Everyone was worried.  Anything that could slow down Superman was
nothing to sneeze at, and it had been very depressing for Diana to drag the
both of them, Superman and Power Girl, to the Watchtower, where they could
be checked out.

   "Well, it is Kryptonite poisoning." He held up the vial and uttered some
of the scariest words one could hear when dealing with the Man of Steel. 
"The most probable place for it to occur was in Africa, in the small nation
of Zanwamba." Batman went on.  "I have this briefing with all the
information I gathered with Diana's clue, and it is a very hot lead," he
said, handing them a DVD with all his research.

   "Good!  Let's go!" Kara said, already raising.

   "Calm down, Power Girl!" he said, worried about her too enthusiastic
reaction.  "We don't know exactly who did it, nor why they did it.  I would
guess it was an accident...the intention was not to kill Superman." He
continued looking at her annoyed face.  "If we are to find out how it
happened and how to cure Kal, we'll have to dig through this information
with care.  There is more than Kryptonite here; J'onn J'onzz was able to
remove every trace of it, yet Kal has not recovered in any way, quite the
opposite, in fact."

   "Investigation.  You're going to do it, I guess?" Power Girl answered.
"I want to go, too.  Kal has saved my life more than once, and I'll do
whatever it takes to help him now!"

   "Unhappily, I think we'll not be able to count on Batman in this
mission...bad news in Gotham, my friend," the Martian Manhunter said,
entering the room.

   "Then I'll do it!" Kara said impatiently.

   "I want to go, too," Diana added, thinking deeply.  "If Circe is
involved, I'd better be around."

   "Okay, then we'll leave as soon as possible," Power Girl decided,
already wanting to leave the room.

   "I don't think it's a good idea," Batman said, knowing full well that
Kara's temper and feminist activism would result in her being easily
insulted.

   "And why not?" Power Girl said, predictably.  "Aren't we good enough for
the mission?" She saw Diana looking at Batman with a raised eyebrow.  She
was more than a little hurt herself.

   "I never said that.  But investigation is a very hard task which
requires skill and experience..." He was not able to finish his thoughts,
as Kara interrupted him.

   "And you think we're not smart enough to do it!" she yelled.  "I'll go
to that African hell hole and get Superman's cure...I owe him this!"

   "Batman, I have some investigation experience, I think I can take care
of it all with Kara's help," Diana finally said.  Her feelings were hurt.
Even knowing she was no match for the best detective she ever saw, the
Amazon princess' pride swelled and she was sure she could manage to do it,
and even control Power Girl, too!

   "Okay, all the information you need to start is here," Batman said,
leaving the room to head for the transporter.  He knew better than to lose
precious time arguing with the two headstrong, overconfident and proud
women.

   *****

   The Clocktower, Gotham City

   It was one of the slowest nights either Dinah Lance, Black Canary, or
Barbara Gordon, the original Batgirl and now Oracle of the Justice League,
could remember since they had set up operation as The Birds Of Prey in the
Clocktower.  There was the beginning of a killing spree from a serial
killer, but no clue was left so they had to wait for his next move.

   Nonetheless, evil never rests so good doesn't either.  Barbara, wearing
jogging shorts and a grey cotton tank top with a Superman symbol on the
front, was seated in her wheelchair, a "gift" courtesy of the Joker.  She
was doing her escrima forms, weaving the two rattan sticks in a series of
intertwining arcs that changed in speed and tempo as she worked out.

   'Damn, I'm horny,' she thought, 'maybe I'll see if Dick is home later.'
As the thought struck her mind, the mixture of body chemicals caused her
nipples to enlarge to the size of pinkie fingers and poke through the
shirt's thin material.

   Barbara and Dick Grayson, the first Robin and now Nightwing, the masked
guardian of Bludhaven, had finally given in and consummated a long running,
but platonic, relationship which Barbara planned to milk for all it was
worth.  'I may be in a wheelchair, but I'll be DAMNED if I let the Joker
kill my sex life along with my legs!!'

   Meanwhile, Dinah was practicing her own martial arts, a mixture of
aikido, judo, and other moves she had picked up in her long career as a
crime fighter.  She wore only a white sports bra and a pair of skintight
dark blue spandex leggings without panties.  Throwing disks were attached
to her outfit in several locations, and she would occasionally fling one at
one of the targets lining the walls, always hitting her target.

   She was still getting used to being her old metapowered self after her
immersion in Ra's Al Ghul's Lazarus Pit, and she felt GOOD.  Her own
mixture of body chemicals had caused her own body to react in a similar way
to Babs as she thought of Ollie, her nipples expanding as the juices in her
nether region began to flow in sync with her workout.

   She also contemplated a tryst for later that evening, thinking of Oliver
Queen, the first Green Arrow and her former lover, who had seemingly
returned from the dead.  She wasn't sure if she wanted to continue with
that relationship, but it felt good to have that option once again.  As she
continued her workout, her mind raced down the short list of men in her
life.

   Batman, having easily made his way past the Tower's security systems,
was perched in the rafters and enjoying the view, both as a human male and
as a fellow crime fighter.  He had always considered Barbara to be
something between a sister and a daughter, and therefore beyond any kind of
sexual thought.  But every so often a dirty thought still popped up in his
dreams, or as a wayward meandering, like now.

   Dinah was one of the few people outside of his 'Bat Family' that he
trusted and respected, in addition to being attached to someone else who
was a former friend and might still be considered an ally, but his thoughts
about her also strayed from the friendly to the erotic.  'I think I'll look
up Selina when I'm finished here,' he thought to himself.

   Some days he thought Oliver and Dick had to be two of the luckiest guys
on the planet.  Before these thoughts manifested themselves physically, he
slid from his perch and dropped to the floor, preparing to make his usual
appearance from nowhere and surprising them both.

   As he hit the ground, he was met with a rattan stick aimed at his chest
and a disk aimed at his crotch.  He dropped to the ground underneath both
and responded with a pair of batarangs of his own.  The first was knocked
away by Barbara's other stick while Black Canary responded the same way
Batman had to her own thrown disk and simply dodged.

   "Did you enjoy what you saw?" Dinah asked with a sly grin as her eyes
met Batman's, who rose to his feet, all business once again.

   "I have something I want the Birds Of Prey to check out." He cut to the
chase and handed a microdisk to Barbara.  "I'll take care of the new
killer, concentrate on the case I'm giving you.  You two are the only ones
I'd trust it with since Dick is out of contact now." He walked out of the
workout room and into the Watchtower's main Computer Room.

   After they had cleaned themselves up and burned off their sexual
tensions with a little me time, both Barbara and Dinah entered the Computer
Room to see that Batman had already brought up the information on Oracle's
3-D Holographic projection system.

   As they watched, he briefed them on the situation with Superman and his
dispatching of Wonder Woman and Power Girl to Zanwamba to investigate.  All
three pondered the gravity of the situation, seeing how dangerous it was to
the Man of Steel's life.

   "I trust the two of them to take care of themselves, but not to actually
finding out the cure for Superman.  I want some backup in place if they
need it, and also someone able to do the job quickly.  I think Black Canary
should enter the country covertly and investigate on her own.  I think the
Birds of Prey are perfect for this mission." As he approached the window,
he went on: "Wonder Woman and Power Girl only know that I am carrying out
my own investigation, but I didn't tell them of my exact plans.  Whether
you contact them or not, I leave that up to you.  But, maybe the less they
know, the better." With that, Batman stepped out the window and disappeared
in the night.  Dinah and Barbara looked at each other, nodded, and went to
work.

   *****

   Zanwamba International Airport, Flight 521 from Gotham by way of Paris
and Cairo

   Linda Steele, a pleasingly plump middle level executive for LexCorp, had
spent the last thirteen hours trying to get comfortable in a seat meant for
a smaller person.  The only relief had come during the all too brief stops
they made in Paris and Cairo, both of which had lasted only long enough for
her to try out what passed for food in the airports' lounges and buy a few
cheap souvenirs.  For the entire flight she had shared this discomfort with
her fellow travelers, and had succeeded in pissing off half the plane and
the entire flight crew in the process.  As the plane landed and everyone
disembarked, the crew let go a collective sigh of relief at seeing that
"Fat Bitch" (their pet name for their new passenger of the year) finally
leave.  They already felt sorry for anyone that crossed her path over the
next week.

   Ms.  Steele, suitcases clamped in a pair of doughy hands, exited the
airport and scanned the row of taxis for a ride to the hotel that LexCorp
had reserved for her.  After elbowing several street merchants out of her
way, she collapsed into a repainted Chevy Nova and barked out the name of
the hotel to the driver.  Digging into her handbag, she pulled a cell phone
out and punched in a long series of numbers.  After bouncing around the
globe several times, a voice finally picked up and answered the phone,
"Good Morning, Chiroptera Enterprises, Mr.  Steele's office, how can I help
you?"

   Linda grinned as she heard the wheelchair bound redhead's words.  "Yeah,
let me speak to Bob Steele!" she barked.

   "I'm sorry, he's out of the office right now, can I take a message?"

   "Yeah, tell that fat bastard his wife called and I arrived safely, so he
can forget about trading in that insurance policy he bought."

   "I'll do so, Ma'am.  Please enjoy your stay in Zanwamba." Barbara
Gordon, AKA Oracle, hit the disconnect button on her phone and added
another line to the open file on her computer:

   921 AM Local time: Black Canary lands in Zanwamba.  Mission going as
planned.

   End of chapter 1

   To those who liked this story:

   It is not finished yet, we intend to make an ilustrated version of the
tale.  Of course, for this we would need artists, drawers, colorers and
anyone with talent and good will to help us, `cleaning' images, turning
sketchs into final art or in whatever way you are willing to help us.

   
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